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FOR 

LOVERS' USE 



Dedicated to All Lovers, of the 
Past, Present and Future, and to Dan 
Cupid and the Little Birds no less. 




J^-— J'WAYI Birds! Away! 

H I You arc little, but not a littJc 

^^ m^ Thru you do lovers gain. 

For oft it's true, success is due 
To Cupid first, 
But next, to you ! 







HITTLE Miss Muffet 
Sat on a tuffet, 
Reading, I've heard, one day, 
When Somebody spied her. 
And sat down beside her; 
A bride is Miss Muffet this day! 



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RING! a ring! and roses! 
Who the man she chose is, 
No need to ask her — 
We've all known long. 



A ring! a ring! and roses! 
Now the man she chose is 
Glad! Glad! 
The walTs fallen down ! 




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S she came thru the garden gap, 
Whom should she meet but 

Dick Red Cap! 
Flowers in his hand, and a catch 
in his throat — 
But the thing he said not — she found 
in a note ! 




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HITTLE Bo Peep has lost her sleep, 
And 1 know where to find it — 
In a letter, quite long. 
That somehow went wrong — 
But I'll not tell who signed it! 



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©HERE was a young woman who 
lived in a stew ; 
She'd so many lovers she didn't 
know what to do, 
Till Cupid, one day, his choice of them 

read. 
And made a solution quite easy, 'tis said ! 






OITY Tom Tucker I He sighs for 
another. 
" For what does he wait ? " — 
Why, here's the bother : — 
How shall he marry without any wife? 
How shall he get her if he's shy all his life ? 






E saw Margery Daw, 
On the avenue passed her; 
He shall say whatever he may — 
Vve seen hint walk much faster! 




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No prettier house than Jack buikl 

IIT Jack, poor lad, was all forlorn, 
His heart with love was tattered, 

torn. 

And sorrowing he rose each 
morn ; 
Sad was the house that Jack built! 



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Ah me ! his heart was crumpled, torn ! 
Till, on a wondVous happy morn, 
He won the maid ! Then what ? — 

Forlorn ? — 
Glad was the house that Jack built ! 




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©HERE was a maid in our town, 
And she was wond'rous wise! 
She found that Someone loved 
her, 
Just by looking in his eyes! 

So when she saw his heart was gone ! — 
Oh, joy for lovers twain ! — 
She gave him hers, for well she knew 
That heart for heart, is gain. 




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OAFFY-DOWN-DILLY is seen 
on the down. 
In her yellow petticoat and her 
green gown ; 
Daffy-down-dilly with Spring shall depart, 
While she who is fairer, dwells on in my 
heart. 






OOSIE, goosie, gander! 
Thought that he could wander ! 
Anywhere, everywhere, 
Nor grow fond and fonder 

Of some maiden — somewhere — 

Nor make his lover's prayer — - 

But the maiden's sweetness 

Taught him wisdom rare. 




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QETER, Peter, once you meet her, 
None, you'll own is fairer, 
sweeter I 
But to win's another tale — 
Hearken Peter, e'er you meet her! 







a PON my word and honor, 
As ] went up to Bonner 
My heart was lead forpretty Meg, 
As ] went up her hand to beg, 
"Went sadly up to Bonner. 

But on my word of honor 
As 1 came back from Bonner 
The birds sang all, and on each twig 
The very leaves danced all a jig — 
As ] came back from Bonner I 




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O ASHING Jack Horner, 
Stood on a corner. 
Heaving a disn\al sigh ! 
He looked very glum. 
For altho* she had come. 
The fair and unknown — passed by. 






I'D tclJ you her story 
Of fame and of glory 
The which the maid said must be 
won, 
But that there's another 
Of "More than a brother," 
And so, that first story, is none. 






MILLER, a daughter 
Content, for love taught her 
What weJI she proved fulJ soon, 
That came he not at ten o'clock, 
He'd surely come at noon I 



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^|p:^EY diddle diddle, 
1^ ■ Lass, lad and fiddle, 
^JL^J^ A round, low, summer's moon ; 

A breeze to waft 
Their little craft, 
And they'll be wed — ftill soon I 




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BARK ! hark ! the dog doth bark, 
And Betty is wearing a frown ; 
Ah ! well he may brag 
Who gets the dog's wag, 
And s^^ Betty come smilingly down, 




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ACK Sprat could eat no fat, 
Jack Sprat could eat no lean ; 
But when the maid at last was 



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He ate the platter clean ! 



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EORGE adored the maiden nigh, 
So he kissed the maiden shy ; 
When the maid had nought to 
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Bade her name the wedding day I 



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ACK met Jill upon the hill — 
A winsome, fetching daughter! — 
jack met Jill upon the hill — 
Perhaps — because he sought her! 



Jack met Jill upon the hill ; 
It cheered his heart like laughter ; 
She came anon unto the town, 
And, think you, he came "after"? 




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'S ] was going along, long, long, 
] hummed on a bit of a song, 

song, song, 
For a lane where birds and 
flowers throng. 
Hath often lovers its way along ; 
So 1 hummed on my bit of a song, song, 

song. 
To say ] was coming along, long, long. 




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COM, Tom is the wisest son ! 
Cold was Peggy, colder, none ; 
But soon, *twas sweet her Tom 
to meet; 
So Tom goes smiling down the street. 






BRIDAL, of course, 

At Banbuty Cross ! 

In white is my lady 

As soft as the moss. 

And the bells ring 

In joyful lest tone, 

Sweetest of music 

Anywhere known ! 



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I LOOKED, and saw a man 
'W^ho'd come a hurried mile, 
Meet a pretty maiden 
Beside a crooked stile; 
] saw her nod a " Yes ", 
All timid as a mouse. 
And soon their talk was much about, 
" A cosy little house. '' 



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IF all the world were 
apple-bloom — 
The lea were petals pink — 
It yet would need Her nearing 
tread 
To make it Spring, 1 think. 





Maiden Mary, sweet and airy, 
How does your garden grow ? 










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Silver bells and knotted veil. 
And pretty maids all in a row! 





Vw^EDDlNG cake! \C^edding cake! 

^ ■ j| baker man ! 

V Jx Bake up the cake as quick as you 

can, 
For Father *s approved it! marked it - 

O. K.! — 
So the cake may be needed now, any day ! 






T. SWITHIN'S day, tho' thou 
dost rain, 
My bridal day thou shalt remain, 
And tho* thou rain, thou shall 
be fair 
That gives me her forever more ! 




St. Swithin's day, tho* thou dost rain. 
My brightest day thou shalt remain. 
And from thy dawning, grey or fair, 
Within my life, 'twill rain no more. 



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OBBY Shaftoe's gone to see 
Sylvia, upon his knee 
To ask her, "Will you marry 
me?" — 
Pity Bobby Shaftoe ! 

Bobby's step is light as air 
Coming down his Sylvia's stair ; 
He'll be loved for evermore — 
Happy Bobby Shaftoe 




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QETER White 
Is a happy sight ! — 
W^ould you know the reason 
why? — 
*Twere folly, you know, 
A sad face to show 
After the maid says, " Aye ! ** 






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Maiden Joan, 

When Somebody's with me 

\7e're always alone. 




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^^^^^HERE was a fair maiden both 

d ^J dainty and small, 

^^^^ Who rejoiced in loving — just no 

man at all ! 
One opened his heart to its utmost extent. 
And to it, all helpless, all happy, she went! 






ERRILY the Maiden talked, 
And " Hum " quoth He, 
While they two walked the 
garden thru. 
As once did we. 

In his eyes, anxious eyes, 

What did you see ? 

" 1 . . . love . . . the maiden . . . but 

Docs . . . she . . . love . . . me ? " 




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IMPLE youth and simple maiden, 
Just a heedless pair; 
Time goes by, and soon, they 
find them 
Lovers unaware. 

Simple question to the maiden. 
Asked with anxious care — 
Dimpled Susan was to answer — 
Question ? — It was fair ! 

Simple question, " Shall we wed? 
Objections have you many ? " 
Simple was the answer low — 
" Indeed ] have not any! " 






ACKbc nimble! 
Jack be quick! 

Or see some other the damsel 
take! 



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©HERE was perhaps a Queen of 
hearts, 
Who baked one summer's day, 
And too, a knave who found the 
tarts 
And took them quite away ; 

But now ] sing another Queen — 
Another summer's day — 
Another, better, wiser man — 
He bore the girl away ! 



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OR. Foster went to Gloucester 
In a shower of rain, 
Sing "Hey diddle diddle!" 
"What matters a puddle 
When there's a lass to gain ? 






OCK-a-doodle-doo ! " 
What shall our lover do? 
Since cock-crow finds her still 
unwon, 
Hc*ll come again to woo! 



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ING a song of suspense 
And sparkling, merry eyes. 
Of more than twenty lovers 
With aching hearts, and sighs. 
When the rites are over. 
There'll be but one to sing — 
To whom my lady deigns to list. 
For him the bells shall ring. 






ONE misty, moisty morning, 
"When cloudy was the weather, 
] chanced to meet a gentleman 
And maiden sweet together; 
] heard his many compliments, 
Nor ever once did grin ; 
For what would 7 do. 
And what would you do, 
But compliment oft and again? 




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YE, glad she was and bonny. 
As the fragrant apple-spray 
That opening in the April, 
Delights beside the way ; 
And wistfully he passed her 
On the road that took him nigh her. 
Until there came a happy day 
When he was always by her. 




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CEA parties one, tea parties two. 
Nods, smiles and calling cards, 
"Walks and rides, a few ; 
Some say they're not engaged. 
Others say 'tis true, 
And 7 do not see a thing 
Would say they're not, do you ? 




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QRETTY maid, pretty maid, 
where have you been ? 
Each cheek a rose is, fit for a 
queen — 
Little maid, little maid, do 1 guess 

true ? . . . 
He whom you love said, " ] love you. " 






AVENDER blue and rosemary 
green . . . 
If 1 were king . . . would you be 
queen ? 






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ARBARA, Barbara, maiden 
mine, 
How many charms, sweet maid, 
are thine? 
Fair and tempting is my lass. 
And in sweetness none surpass — 
Barbara, Barbara, maiden mine 
How many charms sweet maid are thine? 




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CRETTY coy Sue, say you're my 
own I 
"We're in the meadow, and quite 
aJone . . . 
• E'en the little boy who looks after the 
sheep. 
Is under the haycock, fast asleep. 






CHE rose's red, the violet's blue, 
The sweet of the pink are all in 
you; 
Roses your cheeks, and violets 
blue 
Your lovely eyes of fairest hue. 
And the sweet of the pink — is you, just 
you. 





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ING! Dong!", Bell, 

Of Kitty's wedding tell ; 
"Ding! Dong! Bell!" 
In the chapel in the dell. 



\irho'll leadher in? 
Her father William Green, 
Who'll lead her out? 
Her happy Johnny Stout ; 

Little thought he joy like this 
Would one day be his own. 
When first he sought with love's alarms. 
To coax the prize from father's arms. 





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CHERE was a sorry miller once 
Lived on the river Dee ; 
No song he sang from morn 
till night; 
No mortal sad as he; 
For this the burden of his plaint 
'Was doomed for aye to be : — 
" 1 care for nobody, no alas, 
And nobody cares for me ! " 




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^w^ITCHlNGLY pretty was black- 

^ I ^ eyed Nan ! 

V^^ She delighted every man ; 

Gentlemen came every day, 
And all she meant to send away — 
But — her black eyes bade one to stay ! 







HERE arc you going, my pretty 
maid? 
"I'm going a-milking, sir", she 
said. 



May ] go with you, my pretty maid ? " 
You're kindly welcome, sir, " she said. 

Wl\2Lt is your fortune, my pretty 

maid ? " 
My face is my fortune, sir, " she said. 

Then why can't we marry, my pretty 

maid ? " 
Another has asked me, sir, " she said. 



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OLEMN on Monday, 
Forlorn on a Tuesday — 
Maybe its love's fault, 
Pray, what do you say ? — 



Listless on 'Wednesday, 
Harried on Thursday, 
Misfortune hath him — 
Keep us from her saway I — 

Very still Friday, 
Burdened on Saturday — 
Think you 'tis love that 
Acts in the matter, pray?- 

In all the long week 
Glad but on one day — 
Ah, sad to love always 
And meet but on Sunday ! 






INTO the meadow and thru the 
corn, 
And by the seat neath the apple 
thorn, 
Wandered 1 by stream and rock ; 
And the birds, in a flock 
Flew some east, flew some west — 
"While the lovers went — where they liked 
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'EE saw scaradown, 
MChich is the way to Lover's 

town? 

One glance up, the other down ; 
That is the way to Lover's Town. 





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^AIN, rain, do remain. 
Lovers need you not in Spain, 
Balcony and serenade 
Have they there, and ask thine 
aid? 
So rain, do remain ; 
More our need than theirs in Spain. 






OH, ] saw a maiden sweet off with a basket, 
When nine was the hour, and bright as the 
moon 
Was the lane with its hedges, — as poet 
would ask it — 
And sweet in the May with the scent of the broom. 

"Oh maiden, no maiden so witching "thought 1, 
As whither she journeyed her steps took her by, 
"Your eyes — they are blue as this morning's fair 

skies, 
Like the dew on yon cobwebs the light in them 

lies..." 

And why there was with her no other, or nigh. 

To woo one so winsome, ] found no reply, 

Till a birdie far wiser than ever was 1, 

Chirped "Up the lane further, you'll sec! By-and-by!" 







S 1 was going up Primrose Hill, 
Met ] maiden Betsey; 
Betsey is a pretty miss ! — 
And she dropped me a curtsey ! 



Little Miss, pretty Miss, 

There is that about you. 

Makes me think there'll come a day 

1 cannot live without you ! 






USH and hubbub — He loves 
and she loves, 
So the baker, the caterer and 
the dressmaker 
Shall bustle about so that soon he may 
take her ! 






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REAT love, little kiss-bound to 
be, 
When they're together, and 
none to sec ! 






CHERE was an old owl lived in 
an oak, 
Whiskey, Whaskey, Wheedle, 
And all the words he ever spoke 
Were, "Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle"; 
And lovers who came oft that way. 
Were rather glad he naught could say. 
Save, "Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle". 



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HERE was a fair maiden lived 
under the hill. 
If she had not loved, she*d be 
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^|-?^E'S blind thrice, 
W ■ He's blind thrice, 
^ ^ Who sees it not that joy is rife 
And sweetest charm, within his 
life 
"Who calls a loving lass his wife — 
Yea, blind thrice. 

He's blind thrice. 

He's blind thrice, 

"Who sees it not that all his life 

He ailing goes who lacks a wife, 

Whose day with gloomy hours is rife — 

Yea, blind thrice. 



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'S 1 walked by myself, 
All alone by myself, 
An elf there came to me; 
Said he, " Look to thyself! 

Take care of thyself! 

For Somebody cares for thee ". 

Then 1 answered this elf, 

This mischievious elf. 

In blithesome repartee, 

" Thanks to thyself, 

iFor the luck to myself. 

For now, there a wedding shall be". 




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Q IT!... Pat!... 
From under my hat, 
By courgae, ] sec, forsaken. 
So the course you would take 
1 shall help you to make. 
If I'm not mistaken. 






CHERE is a little chap. 
And he has a little quiver, 
And fatal is his aim, *tis said, 
said, said; 
He trieth in a look 
Or in a sigh, his luck; 
You can always tell his wounded 
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OAINTY maid Belinda, 
By the open window. 
Dreaming as ] suppose; 
A maid within, who sought her 
Stole up and kissed the daughter, 
And why she blushed, nobody knows ! 







^TB^HAT are lover's joys made of, 
^ ■ ^ made of? 
vJx What are lover's joys made of? 
Kisses, and mail and the happy 
love tale. 
And that's what their joys are made of. 

What are their quarrels made of, made of? 
What are their quarrels made of? 
Very grave things that are — nothing at all ! 
And that's what their quarrels are made of. 

What are engagements made of, made of? 
What are engagements made of? 
Sugar — and — spice — alas, yes — but 

they're nice! 
And that's what engagements are made of. 






OLD thing, old 
Is love we are told ; 
And a wary young soul is he 
'Whose craft and whose art 
Shall save him his heart, 
But merry, he can not be. 



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CHE King of Hearts 
He made some darts 
All on a summer day ; 
With marksman arts 
He found maids* hearts. 
And took them clean away! 

He shot the darts 
And took their hearts ; 
The maidens wept full sore, 
Till each he gave 
Her lover's heart, — 
And she was sad no more. 



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CROSS the patch. 
The mossy patch. 
To the violets that are kin 
To the eyes 1 love 

The rest above, 

Whose favor ] would win. 




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Whose dog art thou " ? 
" l*m Miss Tucker's dog, 
But who art thou " ? 




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ANY a maiden daunting, 
Cupid's gone a-hunting; 
Gone to make them happy kin 
"Who, haply else, — had 
strangers been ! 






HITTLE Miss Hubbard 
One day discovered 
That she was not happy alone. 
So when next he came there, 
Her heart she laid bare, 
And with coaxing, our laddie had done. 



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'LACK-a day ! she sat on the 
walJ, 
And her hair had the glory of 
leaves in the Fall ; 
All the king's horses and all the king's 

men, 
Can't give him a bachelor's heart again! 





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OCKS of my lady 
When the wind blows 
E'en more bewitching 
Than when in repose! 



Voice of my lady, 
Tender and low, 
Voice of the zephyrs 
Thru treetops that go. 

Eyes of my lady. 
Tranquil and deep — 
Pools, where reflections 
Of violets sleep. 






Heart of my lady, 
* Tis the red rose. 
Rare with the fragrance 
Its petals enclose. 



Alay the dawn break, 
And soon, when 1 call 
My lady my own, 
Who's my idol, my all ! 







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